Things were going so well: I was losing weight (as described in my “Weightlost” post) and I was getting rid of the ten pounds my doctor suggested I lose after my last annual physical exam. But now I’ve stalled again with five pounds to go. Dammit. It’s like Zeno’s theory, isn’t it? The closer I get, the more impossible it becomes to get there. Five lousy pounds. I give up.
And I’ll never give up!
UPDATE: In August 2026, at 5’2″, 215 pounds, and 60 years old, I wish I weren’t a person who believes I’m not as worthy as a fat person as I was as a thin one. Instead, the self-hatred goes on. I hate all these posts about weight, but this is who I was. It’s who I guess I still am, only 100 pounds fatter.
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